
I Needed a Man
I needed a man to tell me I was smart before it ever occurred to me
I needed a man to tell me I was attractive before I saw my reflection
I needed a man to give me grace before I started forgiving myself
I resent how much power I gave to the men around me
That it was never a choice that I made
That I was taught to trust men more than myself
I was to be smart and pretty and kind for them but not for me
My innocence blinded me to the power that I hold
I am not a painting on a wall
That others get to hang up and ponder
I am not a girl anymore
I sometimes want a man,
But I don’t need them the way I used to

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